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Tlae Water I^ily
i\
Vol. 2.
MAY, 1893.
No. 5
VOTE AS YOU PRAY.
BY THE EDITOR.
If true, you would fain be, and loyal,
When "Thy kingdom come Lord," you say,
Don't throw in your ballot for whisky,
Take care that you vote as you pray.
'Tis folly to crave that intemp'rance
May cease over man to hold sway,
Then straightway proceed to maintain it,
Refusing to vote as you pray.
You ask that the snares of the devil,
Your children may never betray,
Then side with a man who drinks brandy,
Forgetting to vote as you pray.
You long for the glorious dawning
Of righteousness' beautiful day,
Yet sign the petition for license,
Declining to vote as you pray.
The bishops and pastors and elders
And members of churches to-day,
The liquor could quickly abolish
If only they'd vote as they pray.
The traffic would soon find its level,
Prosperity shine with glad ray,
O'er this beloved island of ours,
If only we'd vote as we pray.
ALIDA.
A STORY OF THE ILL-FATED STEAMER
CHAPTER XI. THE ASSAULT.
Temperance found no more ardent advocate than James
Farefield. He tried in every way to influence the liquor
dealers to relinquish the traffic, even personally going to
them and entreating them alike for their own sakes, that
of their families, and the good of humanity in general, to
cease selling liquor.
Some received him kindly \ others took offence and told
him to " mind his own business," while he had the pleasure of hearing one publican affirm, that he had always detested the business and intended shortly to give it up.
Mrs. Farefield influenced by her son's example, ceased
using wine in her house, and she was the leader of a certain circle and that a large one, a great many followed her
example.
So the influence of one left its impress on many others.
James, who during his wild days had become addicted
to gambling, abandoned the practice altogether and in his
public addresses inveighed against it, employing the appellation of the " gates of hell" to the gambling dens.
Gambling, he contended, caused the ruin of the souls
and bodies of men, was the attempt to obtain something
for nothing, was a violation of the law of compensation
and consequently was nothing better than an artistic form
of stealing.
Gambling fascinated a man, held him, drew him into
its snares, till, like the follower of the fatal mirage, he
found himself deluded, forsaken, lost!
It debauched the whole nature, rendered homes desolate and unhappy, appeared to rob the heart of all natural
affection and in some respects was even worse in its effects
upon mankind, than drunkenness.
He instanced the power which gambling has over some
by citing the case of Mazarin, with whom it had become
a craze and who played on his death-bed, till be became
too weak, when he got some one else to do so for him.
On one occasion, he expressed himself openly and fearlessly about the numerous gambling dens in St. John's,
the billiard-rooms, club-rooms and fashionable resorts, and
closed by repeating the thrilling words of Dr. Coates :
Dark is the night. How dark ! No light! No fire !
Cold on the hearth the last faint sparks expire!
Shivering she watches by the cradle side
For him who pledged her love last year a bride !
" Can he desert me thus? He knows I stay-
Night after night in loneliness to pray
For his return, and yet he sees no tear-
No ! No ! It cannot be ! He will be here \
" Nestle more closely, dear one, to my heart!
Thou'rt cold ! Thou'rt freezing ! But he will not part!
Husband, I die! Father, it is not he !
O God, protect my child!" The clock strikes three.
They're gone, they're gone ! The glimmering spark hath fled.
The wife and child are numbered with the dead.
On the cold earth, outstretched in solemn rest,
The babe lay frozen on its mother's breast.
The gambler came at last, but all was o'er ;
Dead silence reigned around. The clock struck four.
James, in the course of his remarks, happened to mention one particular place in St. John's, which was notorious
for the immense amount of gambling carried on there.
One of the frequenters of this establishment, who happened to be present at the meeting, feeling aggrieved and
offended, exaggerated what had been said to such an extent, that the propiietor heard quite a different story from
the truth. This enraged him so much, that he vowed
vengeance upon James Farefield and sought to elicit the
sympathy and co-operation of some of his best customers
and most ardent admirers, with the view of venting his
revenge upon him.
" What business has a fellow like that interfering with
my business?" asked the proprietor. " I have a right to
gain my living in any way I choose."
" It is not so long since he patronized you himself.
Better taste would be shown by his keeping quiet at least
for a while," said a gambler whom everyone knew by the
name of " Johnny," and whose downward career was beginning to leave indelible marks upon his once stalwart
form."
" I declare he should get a good lesson, be thrashed
within an inch of his life. He would know better the

Tlae Water I^ily
i\
Vol. 2.
MAY, 1893.
No. 5
VOTE AS YOU PRAY.
BY THE EDITOR.
If true, you would fain be, and loyal,
When "Thy kingdom come Lord," you say,
Don't throw in your ballot for whisky,
Take care that you vote as you pray.
'Tis folly to crave that intemp'rance
May cease over man to hold sway,
Then straightway proceed to maintain it,
Refusing to vote as you pray.
You ask that the snares of the devil,
Your children may never betray,
Then side with a man who drinks brandy,
Forgetting to vote as you pray.
You long for the glorious dawning
Of righteousness' beautiful day,
Yet sign the petition for license,
Declining to vote as you pray.
The bishops and pastors and elders
And members of churches to-day,
The liquor could quickly abolish
If only they'd vote as they pray.
The traffic would soon find its level,
Prosperity shine with glad ray,
O'er this beloved island of ours,
If only we'd vote as we pray.
ALIDA.
A STORY OF THE ILL-FATED STEAMER
CHAPTER XI. THE ASSAULT.
Temperance found no more ardent advocate than James
Farefield. He tried in every way to influence the liquor
dealers to relinquish the traffic, even personally going to
them and entreating them alike for their own sakes, that
of their families, and the good of humanity in general, to
cease selling liquor.
Some received him kindly \ others took offence and told
him to " mind his own business," while he had the pleasure of hearing one publican affirm, that he had always detested the business and intended shortly to give it up.
Mrs. Farefield influenced by her son's example, ceased
using wine in her house, and she was the leader of a certain circle and that a large one, a great many followed her
example.
So the influence of one left its impress on many others.
James, who during his wild days had become addicted
to gambling, abandoned the practice altogether and in his
public addresses inveighed against it, employing the appellation of the " gates of hell" to the gambling dens.
Gambling, he contended, caused the ruin of the souls
and bodies of men, was the attempt to obtain something
for nothing, was a violation of the law of compensation
and consequently was nothing better than an artistic form
of stealing.
Gambling fascinated a man, held him, drew him into
its snares, till, like the follower of the fatal mirage, he
found himself deluded, forsaken, lost!
It debauched the whole nature, rendered homes desolate and unhappy, appeared to rob the heart of all natural
affection and in some respects was even worse in its effects
upon mankind, than drunkenness.
He instanced the power which gambling has over some
by citing the case of Mazarin, with whom it had become
a craze and who played on his death-bed, till be became
too weak, when he got some one else to do so for him.
On one occasion, he expressed himself openly and fearlessly about the numerous gambling dens in St. John's,
the billiard-rooms, club-rooms and fashionable resorts, and
closed by repeating the thrilling words of Dr. Coates :
Dark is the night. How dark ! No light! No fire !
Cold on the hearth the last faint sparks expire!
Shivering she watches by the cradle side
For him who pledged her love last year a bride !
" Can he desert me thus? He knows I stay-
Night after night in loneliness to pray
For his return, and yet he sees no tear-
No ! No ! It cannot be ! He will be here \
" Nestle more closely, dear one, to my heart!
Thou'rt cold ! Thou'rt freezing ! But he will not part!
Husband, I die! Father, it is not he !
O God, protect my child!" The clock strikes three.
They're gone, they're gone ! The glimmering spark hath fled.
The wife and child are numbered with the dead.
On the cold earth, outstretched in solemn rest,
The babe lay frozen on its mother's breast.
The gambler came at last, but all was o'er ;
Dead silence reigned around. The clock struck four.
James, in the course of his remarks, happened to mention one particular place in St. John's, which was notorious
for the immense amount of gambling carried on there.
One of the frequenters of this establishment, who happened to be present at the meeting, feeling aggrieved and
offended, exaggerated what had been said to such an extent, that the propiietor heard quite a different story from
the truth. This enraged him so much, that he vowed
vengeance upon James Farefield and sought to elicit the
sympathy and co-operation of some of his best customers
and most ardent admirers, with the view of venting his
revenge upon him.
" What business has a fellow like that interfering with
my business?" asked the proprietor. " I have a right to
gain my living in any way I choose."
" It is not so long since he patronized you himself.
Better taste would be shown by his keeping quiet at least
for a while," said a gambler whom everyone knew by the
name of " Johnny," and whose downward career was beginning to leave indelible marks upon his once stalwart
form."
" I declare he should get a good lesson, be thrashed
within an inch of his life. He would know better the